NEW CHAPTER! what a miracle! This took me longer than expected but here it is. I began school yesterday and holy shit this is going to be harder than I thought. So, updates will take me even longer to do but I'm not going to give up with this story, I love it and I have a lot planned for it.
Without any thing else to say, here's the chapter:
Chapter 13: The Dragon Conqueror
The clouds hadn't left the town in the whole week. With so many rains this began to look like Berk. Some days it was light and some kids were out laughing and playing in the mud, but there were days when if you put a foot outside for a second it looked like you went swimming.
Not the luckiest week for me.
In the other hand, I had already finished Toothless' new saddle. We tried it but I realized I couldn't fit some parts of the mechanism on the new size so I needed to remake them.
I've paid Thorvaldr for all the material I've used on the saddle. When I told him I wanted to do a saddle he was totally okay with it but raised a lot of question when he saw what I was doing. It wasn't like anything he had seen. Of course it wasn't, no one makes saddles for dragons.
It took me some days to make it, it took me one night on Berk but here I had a job and Thorvaldr let me work on mine when I got nothing else to do. Making the metal parts was going to be trickier. I made some of the parts, all by separate. And when I had one done I hid it from curious eyes in my bag.
Just a few more days and I'll be done. I had promised Toothless we would leave as soon as I had finished. And it was going to be just in time: winter will soon be over, in a few weeks maybe. I actually had no idea of what day it was but I wanted to leave already.
I had nothing against this place, I loved it actually, but I couldn't stay. I didn't belong here. I didn't belong anywhere.
The day was over, with a light rain outside. I picked up my things, putting my new sword on my new belt and my cloak over my shoulders. I allowed a smile as I took my sword.
Toothless was right, I wasn't weak. I didn't notice until now, after our weird conversation. I couldn't adequate to their fighting methods but it wasn't because I was weak, well, in part it was. I am weaker than other my age but that didn't stop me in Flashburn's academy to show I am a Viking.
And still, Berk's swords were heavy and I could barely swing one with both hands, the one I used to train in Flashburn's island was… imported from outside the Barbaric Archipelago. And this one, it was made just for me, perfect for my size and light to my noodle arms. I made it myself and I was more than proud of it.
Toothless had assured me that I'd become stronger. And he had forced me to "train" with him. "If you can fight a fire-person you can fight a Viking." He had said. So I had got ruder in his games, I kicked and punched him when he tried to get on me, I never used the sword against him in fear I'll end hurting him badly. The dragon had insisted that I was absolutely not weak. He had said that I punch hard and that my strikes with the "fake sharp-metal" were strong.
I threw the bag over my shoulder and said goodbye to Thorvaldr and Olaf that was still in his tantrum. I put the hood on to protect me against the light rain; I hadn't left the smith when both a dragon roar and humans screams cut through the cold air.
In the moment I heard my eyes searched for it, it wasn't a long search. At least three Monstrous Nightmares were flying on the far side of the town and quickly houses began to be on fire.
I stood there as Vikings began to pull out their weapons and ran to the fire. I couldn't move; all I could do was see as two more Nightmares joined the others. Thorvaldr took a hammer and pushed me aside so he could pass, "Sta' inside!" He ordered to both, Olaf and me.
The boy took my arm and pulled me inside the smith. But my eyes were still on the fire and the dragons. Finally, my brain started working and I realized too late what was happening.
A raid.
Oh no, they are going to kill them.
I ran hoping it wasn't too late, I heard Olaf shouting but I didn't mind to pay attention to his words. I almost fell twice on the slippery rock paths as I made my way trough the town.
"Stop!" I screamed as I elbowed my way to the front and heard older Vikings telling me to get off the way and that I shouldn't be there.
"Hiccup?" I turned to the familiar voice and found Haldor aside his sons with an ax in his hand, "This place is dangerous, lass. Go to the farm, you'll be safe there." He said firmly and turned.
"What?" my voice was higher than normal, "No," I said like if the idea disgusted me.
"Look, I understand that where you come from you are a warrior, but they are Monstrous Nightmares," he said pointing at the sky with his ax, "This is too dangerous, even for you." He walked off.
"I am not going anywhere!" I yelled walking to him.
"Samir take her to the farm," he said firmly barely looking over his shoulder and I fell Samir's hands in my arms seconds later, I tried to get him off but his grip was hard.
"Let me go!"
"Hiccup, calm down!" he yelled behind me, "You can't be here." I kept struggling as Birger joined his father.
"FIRE!" someone screamed in the distance and a catapult I had never seen hit a green Monstrous Nightmare down, not far from where we were. The Vikings ran to it and threw ropes to it.
"No!" I yelled and fought Samir who was dragging me back. The Nightmare set itself on fire but it turned off in a second, it roared afraid. The ropes caught its body and forced it down, one caught its neck and the men pulled him to the ground.
I sighed and stopped fighting, I didn't want to do this… not again. "Forgive me," I said and instantly kicked his shinbone; he released me with a pained yell that caught Birger's attention.
Birger caught my wrist as I ran by his side, "Hiccup what are you doing?" I twisted my hand to get him off but he pulled me back, I elbowed him before he could get a better grasp and made my way to the front.
A man with a short black beard approached the dragon with a raised sword; he swung his sword at the neck. "No!" I yelled again, my voice surprisingly bumming over the Viking's yells. Running to the man, I pulled out my sword.
The swords collided in the air.
I took advantage of everyone's shock and pushed the man away with the sword. Raising my sword between the Vikings and me, I stood with my back to the dragon.
"What are you doing kid?" the black-bearded man asked angrily.
"Not letting you kill them," I said with determination. There was a little moment of silence then a battle cry on my right, I turned and blocked a blonde Viking's attack.
His sword pushed mine but I resisted to give in. The man held a long sword in a hand and a torch in the other and he didn't seem to give up any of them. The sword went for me again and I blocked it. I didn't try to attack; I just wanted to protect the dragon. I kicked the man in the stomach with a yell and took him down. He released both sword and torch as he fell on the ground.
I thanked the gods for letting me do that and prayed for any other to attack me. I picked up the torch to threat with the fire to anyone who dared to get close. But no one did.
"You don't have to kill them," I said harshly. They laughed, a response I was expecting, "just see," I shut them up and sheathed my sword. I turned to the dragon; it was just a few feet away from me.
The green Monstrous Nightmare snarled. "It's okay, don't worry," I said, my voice soft and even, "I'm not going to hurt you," I tried to put the torch down, just in case the dragon saw it as a threat; the dragon's eyes followed it rather interested.
It reminded me to the dragons on the nest and in their fascination with the way I made fire and to fire in general. I moved the torch the farthest I could to my right in a slow move; the dragon followed my hand, its pupils dilating. I moved my hand to my left and it followed again.
I calmly gave a step forward, there were murmurs coming from my back but I didn't mind them. Slowly I let the torch on the floor, now the dragon had its attention on me, it was looking me curiously; I rose my hand slowly and gave another steep extending my hand to its muzzle. I didn't need to look away; the green dragon immediately closed its eyes and let its horn press against my hand.
The Vikings gasped in horror. I smiled as the dragon opened its yellow eyes and focused them on me. I stood with my back stretched and turned to the people.
"She controlled it," some people said, "It didn't bite her," "How?" they demanded to know, "A Dragon Conqueror," they began to say and it was the last thing I heard.
In my head Dagur's words floated around, the true will get out sooner or later… I didn't pay attention to what were they saying but I did to their expressions, their confusion was turning to anger.
My eyes searched for three redheads in the crowd, they weren't angry, they were still shocked and… sad; I had lied to them, now they knew it …and you would need to get out of here.
I quickly pulled out my sword and turned to the dragon, its eyes turned to slits. I cut he rope that captured its neck first, the dragon understood I was freeing it and began to twist under the ropes to get itself out off them as I cut them.
The Monstrous Nightmare roared and it got free in a matter of seconds. It bit the back of my cloak and tossed me on its back, I fell with an "ooop" and the dragon instantly extended its wings. I freaked out and moved to hug its neck for support, sword still in hand.
Once in the air, the dragon roared a call and the other dragons, smaller than it, began to gather around it as we took to the forest.
My heart wanted to leave my body through my mouth and my breath was irregular as we flew over the trees. I closed my eyes to get off of everything and buried my face on the warm scales of the dragon.
A roar I knew too well got me back to reality, "Land!" I yelled automatically, the Nightmare looked at me confused, I looked down and searched for the clearing where our camp was, "There," I pointed, "Can you land there?" I said more softly.
The green Monstrous Nightmare landed followed by the others, I instantly jumped down, put the sword in its place and ran for my things; Toothless ran into the camp and pulled me close to him before I could do anything and snarled to the other dragons.
The Nightmares snarled back, "It's not the time for being protective!" I yelled and stood up with some clumsiness for my things, "Pack up bud. We are leaving!" I knelt and opened the basket I used to get Toothless fish and began to toss everything inside.
"What happened?" Toothless joined my side.
"A raid," I pointed back to the Nightmares and forced all my clothes inside.
Toothless growled lowly in understanding and began to hand me my notebooks and pencils. I forced them inside the satchel and didn't bother to fold the map I had extended on the floor as I pushed it inside as well.
A dragon roared on the town and a column of fire could be seen above the trees as it fired and roared in distress. The bigger Monstrous Nightmares looked to the smaller ones… they were a family.
"Inferno!" the big, dark blue Nightmare roared and took off, the other ones following.
"No, wait!" I yelled and tied the satchel and basket on the saddle before jumping on it without bothering to put on the harness, let's just hope we don't do anything dangerous, "C'mon, buddy, we gotta stop them," Toothless roared and we took off, "Hey, wait!" I called them again and Toothless and I flew in front of them, forcing them to stop, "They are going to catch all of you if you go there!"
The dragons stopped snarling and their expressions dropped, they saw my point, "Take them away from here, we're going." I told the parents, they hesitated, looking worriedly behind us but there was no time.
The older dragons growled to their offspring and flew off, "Let's go for that Nightmare, bud," Toothless roared and we flew over the town at high speed.
Toothless' wings began to whistle lowly and some people already raised their eyes to the dark sky as I examined the situation down there, the young dragon were trapped under a net, "you'll need to shot," I told Toothless and pointed to the net opening that was tightly closed, "there," we twisted in the air, going upside down for a moment -miraculously I didn't fall- and we dived to the town at full speed.
A banshee-like sound announced our presence. I could feel Toothless getting a bit hotter below me as he charged a blast and a smirk grew on my lips as I waited for the explosion. The men on the ground looked up and someone screamed, "Night Fury! GET DOWN!"
The plasma blast hit the ground and the impact send the men flying back, Toothless had been very precise and the opening set on fire along with most of the net, the Nightmare got out of the net but didn't fly.
"Trapped," it was the only thing Toothless said as he looked back to the dragon.
"Then let's land," we twisted again and Toothless shot to make the space between the Nightmare and the Vikings, I jumped down before Toothless fully landed and ran to the dragon.
The orange dragon didn't snarl but it was very anxious, "don't worry we are going to get you out," I told it and put my hand on its nose so it would calm down. It did and pointed to its legs, they were trapped in a bola.
"Night Fury," someone gasped and Toothless responded with a threatening snarl.
"It's da girl!" someone else yelled, I pulled out my dagger and cut the ropes, the Nightmare took a fighting stance, roaring to the Vikings that had trapped it.
I jumped on Toothless, "Time to go!" both dragons took flight but it couldn't be that easy… like if it wasn't difficult already.
"Fire!" someone yelled and bolas and rocks -with the help of catapults- were sent in our direction.
"Fuzzy, right!" Toothless growled and I didn't hesitate and changed pedals, we evaded a rock and I looked back as we got out of their range. My breathing began to even as we got away form the town.
The rest of the brood joined us on the air and they purred and nuzzled the orange dragon in relief.
We flew all night, straight to a mountain and landed in the forest at sunrise. I got off Toothless with clumsiness and sat on the grass with my legs crossed. My heart itched, I didn't know why I cared so much.
I had nothing in there. But it hurt me anyway.
I sighed and buried my face in my hands.
The young Monstrous Nightmares, which had followed us here along with their parents, were playing behind me and the older dragons watched them. "You okay?" Toothless asked. I nodded and tried to look like nothing had happened.
Toothless purred and nuzzled my side as he sat with me.
"I didn't want to go," I said admitted, "not like this… not again. Not with everyone thinking I'm a traitor." Toothless cooed to assure me what I did was right.
"Dagur was right… everywhere is going to be like this," I had nothing against dragons, they had shown me kindness and opened my eyes to a new world which I was part of now, but… I just… I can't live with dragons; I'd need human interaction to simple things as buy clothes or re-making Toothless' saddle.
I would need to go to a village soon, I knew it. I hadn't even finished the new saddle! And not everyone knows about me now but what about later on? Every Viking on Midgard will know about the traitor that chose dragons over her tribe and they will know my name and how I look.
This was so messed up. It was basically impossible to live like this!
"That guy you were talking the other day?" Toothless asked I almost had forgotten what we were talking of. I mentioned Dagur, yes, but… Toothless knew that?
"You heard?" I asked him, I didn't remember seeing or hearing him.
The dragon gave a short nod, "Yes, but I didn't want to get close. He could have hurt you with his sharp-metal if I got close." My lips twitched a little in the hint of a smile, he was more afraid of me getting hurt than him. "Is he your brother?" he asked hesitantly.
"No," I said confused.
"He called you sister," he pointed out, "I thought humans called each others like that when they shared parents."
"Yes, we do, but… we do it too when it's a close friend." I tried to explain.
"He didn't look like your friend," Toothless said confused, "he said something about your birth-nest… to take it back?"
I sighed, "Yes, he did… he wanted us to join him in his armada and kill both our fathers so we could lead our tribes." The way I said it even surprised myself, it was too casual to be speaking of killing someone.
"Why would he think of doing that?" Toothless asked horrified.
"That, among other things, is why we call him "Deranged"," I said exaggerating the word, "he is part of the Berserker tribe, they are the craziest tribes among Vikings."
"It's good you said no," Toothless rested his head on my lap and I began to pet him, thinking of how horrified he was on the fact of killing my father. I looked back at the Monstrous Nightmares, how they were playing peacefully –as peacefully a dragon can play- with their parents.
"If I had said yes… would you have come?" I asked Toothless and began to untie the things on his saddle.
He stopped purring for a moment and answered, "I'd told you that you are crazy, and that's not how things works, but… you are my friend, I will always follow you." I smiled at the loyalty of Toothless. He was better than any friend I had ever had.
"You should sleep," Toothless said after a while, "you had worked all day with humans and fly in the night with me, you haven't slept well in a long time." He got off my lap and rested behind me, he gestured me with his head and I crawled under his wing, so it will cover me of cold and the rising sun.
Under his wing it looked like night, just a few rays of light peeked inside in some places.
I cuddle closer to his chest to hear his rhythmic heart and let it lull me to sleep.
When I woke up the sun was on top of the sky. The day was clear, not a cloud to give a hint of last week's storms. I looked around for Toothless and found him shaking weirdly on the ground.
"What are you doing?" I asked him and stood up, shaking off the dirt on my clothes. He didn't answer with words; he just kept rubbing his back on the ground and growling angrily. "Buddy," I said and tried to stop him, "is it bothering you?" I asked, referring to the saddle.
Toothless growled out a yes and began to bit the metal pieces that surrounded his legs. "Okay, calm down, let me take it off," I offered him softly and he stopped biting and sat down.
"Do you know how much I slept?" I asked him as I took off the saddle. Toothless huffed and flinched as I tried to take it off, "calm down, bud, it's okay." I patted his neck.
"Probably a day," he said, "maybe two," I rolled my eyes. Never trust a dragon with time.
"There it is," I said taking off the saddle completely; Toothless rolled his shoulders and opened his wings slightly, then began to run around the area. I frowned and looked at the metal that circled Toothless' leg, it had green blood on it. "Buddy, come here."
Toothless stopped and jogged to my side, I knelt by his leg and searched for a wound. Toothless flinched and snarled as I touched the sore spot. I grimaced, "This is not good." The dragon tilted his head, "you can't use this saddle anymore," he huffed in disagreement.
"It will hurt you more. You are already bleeding."
"I want to fly!"
"Not with this saddle!" the dragon turned and walked away, "Okay, yeah, ignore me all you want. What are you doing?" I asked when he began to move my things; he returned with the new saddle on his mouth and dropped it at my feet.
"That will not work without the new mechanism," I tried to explain; this time he did ignore me. He tried, at least, he was giving me his back but I caught him peeking over his shoulder to see if I was watching how much he was ignoring me.
Two can play this game. I shrugged and took both saddles with me and put them with the other things. I put out my dried fish and rested my back on a tree as I eat. Toothless began to grumble but I kept ignoring him.
A few minutes later I finished my food and the black dragon was still peeking over his wing as he "ignored" me. I lay on the grass, giving Toothless my back and used my arms as a pillow.
Toothless cooed and walked to me; he purred my name once he reached my side but I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. The dragon laid at my side with his head on me, purring my name again.
"Are you mad at me?" he sounded hurt.
"No," I said softly, "you are too cute for that." I smiled and turned to him.
"Cute," Toothless repeated, "What does it mean?"
My smile got wider as I thought of an answer, "It means that you are too good to be mad at."
"I am good," he agreed.
"You are by far the cutest dragon I have ever met," I told him and he purred happily. Loud screeches made me rise on my elbows and turn; the Monstrous Nightmares were landing, the younger ones dripping water. I looked at them confused; I thought they had left.
One of the older dragons, the green one, walked to us and opened its mouth letting fish fall from it. Toothless' eyes lighted up. "Uh, thank you," I said still confused; I stood up and patted Toothless head, "I already ate, it's all yours, bud." Happily the black dragon began to eat.
I walked to the green dragon and raised my hand; it touched it without hesitation and purred. "I thought you'll be gone by now," I told it confused. He, I think it was a male.
The dragon shook its head and growled lowly pointing at the fish. I look at the pile of food confused, "they wanted to thank us," Toothless explained, "we were asleep so they had to wait,"
"Oh," I mouthed and turned to the green dragon again, "It's okay," I told him, "I wasn't letting you get hurt." I smiled at them and my eyes spotted the younger dragons that were chasing each other.
The young orange Nightmare ran to my side and nuzzled me, I laughed and patted its head. The dragon began to play around me and the other younglings joined, in a minute I was running with them, trying to catch them.
They were smaller than Toothless but I still could get to their backs and the young Nightmares were fast runners. As we ran everywhere I notice trees and spots of grass burned, it told me they had a thing with setting things on fire. Maybe that's why they set themselves on fire.
I didn't know how but I managed to jump on the orange dragon's back. I hug its neck with a triumphant laugh. The Nightmare began to shake and jump trying to get me off and I bounced on its back but didn't give up. I felt the dragon's scales warm up fast and suddenly it was on fire.
"Whoa!" I instantly let myself fall on the ground and checked my clothes, my new blue tunic was slightly burned but nothing else, I sighed in relieve and looked at the young dragon, "Inferno, huh?" I said remembering its name, "It fits you," I nodded and the dragon purred, closing its eyes proud of itself.
I tilted a little my head and narrowed my eyes, looking at it and its siblings, I noticed a little difference in their bodies, some had their jaw a bit wider and some had their horns more twisted.
I'll need to ask Toothless that later.
Getting on my knees, I caressed the Nightmare and inspected my hand, running my thumb trough my fingers it had some kind of sweat? Probably spit, I don't think dragons can sweat.
"How do you set yourself on fire?" I asked it –her, it was probably a 'her'-, the dragon's body covered in fire one more time, "but, how?" I asked again and the dragon gave me a confused look.
"She has a thing for wanting to know how everything works," Toothless explained rolling his eyes.
"I don't!" I turned to him, "I'm just curious." The orange Nadder left to play with her siblings seeing I wasn't talking to her anymore.
"Human curiosity is weird," Toothless said.
"That's another way of saying you don't even know,"
"We don't need to know, we just do it," he sat at my side and sighed, "fire-people are called fire-people for a reason, we have an inner-fire. That is what let us breathe it."
"So, you have like a campfire inside you?" I asked more confused than before.
"No," Toothless said tired, "it's, uh… I don't know how to explain it. It is not something you can touch but… you feel it. Burning inside you."
"And how you make fire out of it?"
"We don't make fire out of it," he said and thought on how to explain it, this was getting more confusing for both of us, "most fire-people make gas inside us; that gas is what we can set on fire and shot it, just with a spark. But not all fire-people is the same."
Toothless watched the brood of Monstrous Nightmares and said, "Their saliva can be set on fire, but they don't need a spark. Fire-skin people can heat themselves up at will. They can heat their mouths to breathe fire or heat their bodies to cover themselves on fire."
"Wow," was the only thing I could say at the moment. The thing in their bodies was spit. "I need to write that down." I said and stood up to search for my sketchbook. I made a draw of the Monstrous Nightmare and put what Toothless had said in a note on the side.
I spent the rest of the day trying to measure the dragons. The older ones were kind of easy but the younger ones was another story. I had to chase them and try to put them down but it was hopeless. Maybe it would be easier when they were asleep.
As the sun got down Toothless and I began to recollect wood for the campfire. Toothless turn it on with a low flame and finally the young Monstrous Nightmares calmed down.
All the dragons sat around the fire and looked at it, rather impressed and curious. I took advantage of it and measured the younger dragons and wrote it aside the sketch.
An idea came to the top of my mind and I took a bowl from my things and asked to a Nightmare to spit on it. I took off my sword and poured the slightly green liquid on it.
"What are you doing?" Toothless asked as I extended my arm the farthest I could, not knowing what could happen and put the point of the sword closer to the campfire. The sword was instantly covered in flames and a nervous chuckle left my lips.
It worked.
I moved the sword slowly with a huge grin on my face. Amazing. It was amazing. I played with the sword around me for a long time and it didn't turn off. I inspected the sword, by now it should be melting but it seemed fine. The Monstrous Nightmare's saliva was still burning, letting the weapon intact.
I kept playing with the sword; the saliva lasted long. I moved the sword in wide circles and the dragons followed the fire with their eyes, tilting their heads a little. Constantly, I checked if the metal was melting but it even was red. The spit still protecting the sword; even after so long.
But it was starting to worry me, is it ever going to end? "Ugh… how do I turn it off?" I said a bit panicked and looked at Toothless.
I don't know why it surprised me that his eyes were still glued to the sword with his pupils very dilated. "Guys," I said, my voice now full of fear. That seemed to get Toothless out of the trance because he blinked and shook his head lightly before fixing his eyes on me.
"I don't know. It was your idea," Toothless said. I looked at the sword closer.
"It doesn't seem to be getting over," the saliva was still there, burning. One of the older Nightmares, the dark blue one, smacked my hand with her tail making the sword fall on the grass. The blue dragon then sat over the weapon. After a minute, the dragon moved and the sword was completely off.
"Again, again, again." The younger dragons were cooing.
I sat with Toothless, "I could make a lighter to turn this on, the problem would be to turn it off." I said.
"Why would you want a fire sharp-metal?" Toothless asked a little offended since he was my source of fire.
I shrugged, "It could come in handy one day," the dragon huffed, "oh, don't act like you didn't like it." He rolled his eyes, "we still need to find a town to finish your saddle so I could make a lighter in the way."
Toothless looked up to the moon, "Please, give me patience," he told it making me turn my eyes to it. It wasn't the first time he turned to the moon like that, like if it were someone.
I hugged my knees and rested on his body, "Why you talk to the moon?" I asked him curiously. He looked at me like if I was crazy.
Toothless sighed, "right, you don't know," he said tiredly.
"If you don't want to tell me you don't have to," I told him though his tone hurt me.
"No, it's okay, it's just that I don't talk a lot and haven't stopped talking with you." I looked away, his words hurting me more; I annoyed him. "You are not annoying," He said and I really wondered if he could read my mind, "well, sometimes you are." He admitted, "It's just that fire-people don't talk that much like humans do. We can communicate without actual words, unlike humans."
That made me feel a bit better. Toothless lifted his eyes to the moon again and said, "She is the Night Lady," I lifted my eyes too, to the full moon, "they are… kind of leaders to any fire-person on this world and the others."
"This world?" I interrupted him; "You mean there are dragons in other worlds?"
"Yes," he said, finding my reaction strange, "I thought you knew, Vikings had talk about them... in the world of fog-mist lives one, Nidhug,"
Fog-mist? I frowned and thought for a moment. Niflheim! The world of fog and mist, "Oh! Yeah, right…" I had completely forgotten, "uh… you can continue with the ladies," I waved him to continue and rested a cheek on my knee.
"Well… they are to us what gods are to Vikings and they are in communication with the gods."
I raised my eyebrows, "Really?"
"Yes, there were ancient times when there was no war between humans and fire-people, we lived together and we were messengers from the gods to you. Most of us were born to be together with a human, we were supposed to guide you to a destiny already chosen for you by the gods."
I frowned, the way he talked… "You lived in that time?"
"I'm not that old," he said offended, "I was born in times of this war."
"Oh, so how old are you?" I asked him.
Toothless rolled his eyes, "we don't age like humans, do you want me to tell you about the Ladies or not?" I pursed my lips, now I get why he didn't like to talk, I interrupted in almost every word. I nodded so he could continue.
"They walked in this world eons ago, when we all were just fire-people, we were the same, there was no fire-skin people, or two-heads people, or night-people. But as the winters passed we changed and changed until we got to be different as we are now…" they… evolved? I wanted to ask so many questions but I kept them for another time, "there are even fire-people that don't breathe fire anymore." He said it like if it were ridiculous and I chuckled a little.
"They are three," he explained, "and everyone gave us gifts that we still have and even when they are not in this world anymore they still help us, that's why they are so important." Toothless looked down to his paws and clenched his claws softly in the ground, "The Earth Lady gives us rest, food, and strength. The Sky Lady gives us the ability to fly and our inner-fire."
I was about to ask about the dragons that don't fly and the ones that don't breathe fire anymore but Toothless quickly explained, "Even when some fire-people don't fly anymore and don't use fire our inner-fire is everything we are. It tells us what we want in this world, it gives us a propose and it helps us to keep going until we reach what we want."
"And the Night Lady?" I asked looking up again; Toothless looked up too and sighed in adoration.
"She… she has the most beautiful blue scales you will ever see, they are dark and still they shine like suns. It makes her look like the night sky." I looked at Toothless and smiled at the happiness in his eyes. "The Night Lady is the one that gave us coordination. Eons ago the night sky was just illuminated by the moon; she didn't want us to get lost so she fired at the sky the more she could and a night-sun appeared in the distance, just above her, so if we wanted to come back, we just needed to follow the light. Doing that tired her out but she did it every night, and every night a new night-sun appeared in the sky."
"Wow," I looked up to the stars and how they filled the sky, it should have taken her time.
"And… she is kind of a mother to every night-person, when fire-people began to change she gave us her scales, to camouflage into her creation. No other fire-person has our same colors."
I looked at the dark blue Nightmare resting in front of us, "So, other Night Furies are darker than that?" I asked. Toothless nodded and let his head rest on his paws.
I rested my back on Toothless' body. Knowing all this, it was learning a whole new point of view of the world. No human know this. No human know dragons' history, or how they think, they don't even bother to know if they think at all.
And they do. They are intelligent, more than I thought. They had a past, they had evolved trough the years.
And it made me sad to know all this knowledge will die with me.
A little note: I'm correcting the past chapters but it's going to take me time to do so 'cause school and I rather write the next chapter than correct the past ones but I'm on that.
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